Now one of your pudding. I got a string going on here, something
just cause my dog. Something killed your dog, my dog. We're flying
through the or over the tree. I don't know how it did it,
Okay, Damn, I'm really confused. All I saw was my dog coming
over the fence and he was dead. And once you hit the ground like,
I didn't see any cars. All I saw was my dog coming over
the fence. Sat what are you putting? We got some wonder or something
crawling around out here? Did you see what it was or was it was?
Standing enough? I'm out here looking through the window now and I don't
see anything. I don't want to go outside. Jesus Quice, you better
hello, get somebody out here. What quin I'm out there's got of aventure
about tech forty nine? I don't know. Easy announce the Yeah, I'm
walking right. Oh. If you tuned into the most recent episode of the
show, you heard Brian and Wayne engaging in debate about the aquatic abilities of
sasquatch. Undoubtedly a thought provoking question, Brian took it upon himself to embark
on a quest for answers, unearthing articles that delve into this very topic.
Within These captivating reads lie accounts of these elusive creatures swimming during encounters with unsuspecting
witnesses, and now at Brian's behest, I'm here to present these tales to
you. Although I'm not sure these anecdotes answer all of our questions, they're
certainly interesting if nothing else. So find yourself a comfortable spot, unwined,
and enjoy as I share these amazing accounts. Max Westernhoffer was a German pathologist
who in the early nineteen forties made a comment that was as controversial as it
was thought provoking. Sstailation of an aquatic mode of life during an early stage
of human evolutions is a tenable hypothesis for which further inquiry may produce additional supporting
evidence. Almost two decades later, a marine biologist named Alistair Hardy added that
very ancient primitive ape stock may have been forced by competing predators and circumstances to
feed on the seashores and to hunt for food shell fish, sea urchins,
et cetera in the shallows of the coast. I suppose that they were forced
into the water, just as we have seen happen in so many other groups
of terrestrial animals. There's a large body of data available which shows that unlike
many apes and monkeys, Bigfoot is quite an adept swimmer and a creature for
whom water is far from being an alien environment. The North American wood Ape
Conservancies say swimming must be examined alongside the terrestrial gate of the wood ape,
since it appears to be an important means of locomotion throughout the range of this
species in North America, especially on the West coast. Lisa Shiel, who
has had personal interactions with Bigfoot, has uncovered an example of Bigfoot in the
water from the nineteenth century. She outlines the story. In the eighteen thirties,
reports emerged from the area around Fish Lake, Indiana, of a four
foot tall wild child loitering in the vicinity and swimming in the lake. Siel
continues in another incident that took place in September nineteen sixty seven, a fisherman
casting his net on the delta of the Nuksack River in Washington State felt something
tug on his net. A moment later, something began dragging his net upstream.
When he shined his flashlight at the thief, he saw a hairy hominid
in the river hauling in the net. A third case comes from the people
who run the website today in Bigfoot History, they state William Drexler's campsite overlooked
Phantom Ship Island. He had just finished his sausage and egg breakfast and was
smoking his morning pipe just looking out over Crater Lake, Wyoming. That's when
he noticed something moving on Phantom Ship Island. For those who may be won
wondering, Phantom Ship Island is a small, craggy island on Crater Lake that
takes its name from its ghost ship like appearance, which is particularly noticeable when
the mist hover is low and thick. The story continues, what Drexlas saw
was a brownish gray bigfoot, obviously soaking wet, stretching out on some rocks
near the water's edge. One of the most fascinating examples originated near Ketchekeen,
Alaska, at some point around the turn of the nineteen sixties. It was
a story provided to long time bigfoot authority and investigator John Green. The story
had a bit of a friend of a friend aspect to it, but it
is no less fascinating. It revolved around a young boy named Errol who,
on one particular night was out fishing with his father when his flashlight illuminated something
terrifying standing in the water, A large humanoid creature, but one which was
clearly not human, staring intently at him. Not surprisingly, the boy screamed
at the top of his lungs and fled for his life. A posse of
men then came running, just in time to illuminate the dark waters with their
flashlights and who saw to their astonishment the huge beast dive into the water and
start swimming like a frog, before vanishing from view as it plunged ever deeper
into the depths. In moments it was gone, demonstrating its skills as a
powerful, fast swimmer. Rupert Matthews, the author of Bigfoot Reports. In
July nineteen sixty five, a sasquatch was seen swimming some distance away from the
shore of Princess Royal Island, British Columbia. The fisherman who saw it realized
with no little apprehension that it was actually swimming for his boat, so he
started up his outboard motor and sped off. At this point, four more
sasquatch appeared on a nearby beach and watched him. There have been sightings of
swimming Bigfoot in Texas too. Rob Riggs, who deeply studied reports of the
creatures in and around the Big Thicket area of the Lone Star state, told
of one particularly notable case of a watery sasquatch. John's family home is on
the edge of the Trinity River swamps near Dayton. One night, he heard
a disturbance on the porch where he kept a pen of rabbits. He investigated
just in time to see a large dark form make off with rabbit in hand.
John impulsively followed in hot pursuit, staying close enough to hear the rabbit
squeal continuously. John was able to close in on the creature and to a
point where he witnessed something amazing occur, As Rigs revealed, standing on the
high bank in the moonlight, he watched dumb struck as what looked like a
huge apelike animal swam to the other side of the river, easily negotiating the
strong current and never letting go of the rabbit. In March two thousand and
seven, the Goldie family told of swimming Bigfoot around Trinidad, California. Rather
bizarrely, the creatures were reportedly seen swimming alongside sea lions as they negotiated the
waters from Trinidad Head Rock to Flat Iron Rock. The biding cold waters apparently
affected the Bigfoot not a bit. A Bigfoot so elusive because they live in
deep water. Come with me now as we take a look at the secrets
of Bigfoot's very own world of the watery depths. Will begin with a largely
unknown issue of the Bigfoot creatures being skilled swimmers, and as the evidence will
soon show, they are creatures that spend a lot of time deep in the
water. Between the nights of December twenty sixth and twenty ninth, nineteen eighty,
multiple extraordinary events of the UFO kind occurred within Rendelsham Forest, Suffolk,
England. There were events that involved military personnel from the nearby Royal Air Force
stations of bent Waters and Woodbridge. Since that now long gone period, countless
US Air Force personnel who were stationed in the area at the time have spoken
out regarding their knowledge of a small, triangular shaped object that was seen maneuvering
in the forest. Others described seeing in the dark woods almost ghostly extraterrestrial type
beings of short size and with eerie feline like eyes. Strange and unknown lights
were seen dancing around the night skies, circling both the forest and the twin
military facilities. There were stories that the amazing movements of the Euphos were caught
on radar, and there was even hush talk of those military personnel involved in
the incident being silenced by ominous men in black style characters. As for the
official story, many attempts have been made to suggest that the beam from a
local lighthouse situated at near by Orford Nests was the cause of all the fuss
of the flying source of variety. And here's where we come to something decidedly
strange and intriguing. It has nothing to do with the lighthouse per se,
but everything to do with the twelfth century town of Orford itself. Wondering what
I mean by that? First, here is a bit of important background data
on Orford Castle, near which an amphibian man was seen and captured. Orford
Castle was a royal castle built by King Henry the Second of England between eleven
sixty five and eleven seventy three because he wanted to re establish royal influence across
the region. Before that time, the area had been under control by the
big Odd family, who resided in nearby Framlingham Castle. Hugh big God had
been one of a group of dissenting barons during the anarchy and the reign of
King Stephen. Henry had initially confiscated Framlingham Castle from Hugh, but had returned
it in eleven sixty five. In eleven seventy four, Henry crushed the Big
Gods when they revolted again and ordered the permanent confiscation of Framlingham Castle. During
a revolt, Orford Castle was heavily garrisoned with twenty knights. Henry died in
eleven eighty nine, and although the political importance of Orford Castle diminished, the
port of Orford grew in importance. By the start of the thirteenth century,
royal authority over Suffolk firmly established. It handled even more trade than the more
famous port of nearby Ipswich. In twelve sixteen, Orford Castle was taken by
the invading Prince Louis of France, later to become King Louis the Eighth.
John fitz Robert became the governor of the royal castle under the young King Henry
the Third of England, followed by Hubert de Burgh. Under King Edward,
the first governorship of Orford Castle was given to the Devaloin's family, and had
passed by marriage to Robert de Ufford, the first Earl of Suffolk, who
was granted it in perpetuity by Edward the Third in thirteen thirty six. No
longer a royal castle, Orford was passed on through the Willoughby, Stanhope and
de Vere families. It is truly ironic that many of those who are skeptical
of the Rendlesham Forest UFO case of December nineteen eighty are so very often keen
to suggest that the airmen who were involved merely mistook the elimination from the nearby
Orford Lighthouse for something more exotic. Why Well, Orford itself is a veritable
hot bed of weirdness, and that has not just been the case for the
last few years, or even since the events at Rendelshem occurred. Rather,
Orford has been what the late John Keel would have termed a window area for
no less than centuries. Consider as just one example of what actually amounts to
far more than a few the following account of the single named Ralph, a
monk and an abbot of cargeshol Essex, England, recorded way back in the
year twelve hundred in chronic and anglic The story describes the remarkable capture in the
area of nothing less than a definitive wild man of the woods style creature.
In the time of King Henry the Second, when Bartholemy de Glanville was in
charge of the castle at Orford, it happened that some fishermen fishing in the
sea there caught in their nets a wild man. He was naked and was
like a man in all his members, covered with hair and with a long,
shaggy beard. He eagerly ate whatever was brought to him, but if
it was raw, he pressed it between his hands until all the juice was
expelled. Ralph continued with his monster themed account. He would not talk,
even when tortured and hung up by his feet brought into church, he showed
no sign of reverence or belief. He sought his bed at sunset and always
remained there until sunrise. He was allowed to go into the sea, strongly
guarded with three lines of nets, but he dived under the nets and came
up again and again. Eventually he came back of his own free will.
But later on he escaped and was never seen again, or maybe the beast
man, or far more likely, given the large passage of time, one
of its offspring was seen again, albeit hundreds of years further down the line.
At some point during the summer of nineteen sixty eight, one Morris Allen,
who grew up in the vicinity of Orford, was walking along the coast
near, of all places, the town of Orford itself, when in the
distance he saw someone squatting on the sand and leaning over something. As he
got closer, Morris said he could see that the man was dressed in what
looked like an animal's skin and was savagely tearing into the flesh of a dead
rabbit. The man was dirt encrusted with long tangled hair, and had wild,
staring eyes. Morris could only watch with a mixture of fascination and horror.
Suddenly, the man held his head aloft and quickly looked, or perhaps
glared would be a far better description in Morris direction, as if he had
picked up his scent. The wild man quickly scooped up the rabbit, bounded
off into the grass, and was forever lost from sight. For a highly
traumatized Morris Allen, it was an event destined never to be forgotten. Perhaps
the wild Man of Orford and its surrounding areas continues to live on, taunting
in tantalizing people with the occasional sighting of its bestial form, and it can
now be said with a high degree of accuracy in the weird stakes there is
far more to Orferd than just its infamous lighthouse. Max Westernhoffer was a German
pathologist who in the early nineteen forties made a comment that was as controversial as
it was thought provoking. The postellation of an aquatic mode of life during an
early stage of human evolutions is a tenable hypothesis for which further inquiry may produce
an additional supporting evidence. Almost two decades later, a marine biologist named Alister
Hardy added that very ancient primitive ape stock may have been forced by competing predators
and circumstances to feed on the sea shores and to hunt for food shell fish.
Sea urchins et ce in the shallows of the coast. I suppose that
they were forced into the water, just as we have seen happen in so
many other groups of terre vestrial animals. While it is obvious that lakes,
oceans, and rivers are not the natural habitats of Bigfoot. There's a large
body of data available which shows that, unlike many apes and monkeys, Bigfoot
is quite an adept swimmer and a creature for whom water is far from being
an alien environment. The North American wood Ape Conservancies say swimming must be examined
alongside the terrestrial gate of the wood ape, since it appears to be an
important means of locomotion throughout the range of this species in North America, especially
on the West coast. Circumstantial evidence, such as reports of the presence of
wood apes on small islands off the coast of British Columbia, has suggested they
swim. Observations of wood apes actually swimming have confirmed this. Lisa Shiel,
who has had personal interactions with Bigfoot, has uncovered an example of Bigfoot in
the water from the nineteenth century. She outlines the story. In the eighteen
thirties, reports emerged from the area around Fish Lake, Indiana, of a
four foot tall wild chair loitering in the vicinity and swimming in the lake.
Schiel continues in another incident that took place in September nineteen sixty seven, a
fisherman casting his net on the delta of the Nuksack River in Washington State,
felt something tug on his net. A moment later, something began dragging his
net upstream. When he shined his flashlight at the thief, he saw a
hairy harminet in the river hauling in the net. A third case comes from
the people who run the website today in Bigfoot History, they state William Drexler's
campsite overlooked phantom Ship Island. He had just finished his sausage and egg breakfast
and was smoking his morning pipe just looking out over Crater Lake. That is
when he noticed something moving on phantom Ship Island. For those who may be
wondering, Phantomship Island is a small, craggy island on Crater Lake that takes
its name from its ghost ship like appearance, which is particularly noticeable when the
mist hovers low and thick. The story continues, Drexler got out his binoculars.
It took him a minute or two before he was able to get a
good bead on the moving figure. What Drexler saw was a brownish gray bigfoot,
obviously soaking wet stretching out on some rocks near the water's edge. The
creature was luxuriated. Drexler watched the creature for a while lounge in the sun.
Then after a bit, the bigfoot climbed to the other side of the
island and Drexler lost sight of him. One of the most fascinating examples originated
near Ketchikan, Alaska, at some point around the turn of the nineteen sixties.
It was a story provided to long time bigfoot authority and investigator John Green.
The story had a bit of a friend of a friend aspect to it,
but that makes it no less fascinating. It revolved around a young boy
named Errol, who, on one particular night, was out fishing with his
father when his flashlight illuminated something terrifying standing in the water, a large humanoid
creature, but one which was clearly not human, staring intently at him.
Not surprisingly, the boy screamed at the top of his lungs and fled for
his life. A posse of men came running just in time to illuminate the
dark waters with their flashlights, and who saw, to their astonishment, the
huge beast dive into the water and start swimming like a frog before vanishing from
view as it plunged ever deeper into the depths. In moments it was gone,
demonstrating its skills as a powerful, fast swimmer. Rupert Matthews, the
author of Bigfoot Reports. In July nineteen sixty five, a sasquatch was seen
swimming some distance away from the shore of Princess Royal Island, British Columbia.
The fisherman who saw it realized with no little apprehension that it was actually swimming
for his boat, so he started up his outboard motor and sped off.
At this point, four more sasquatch appeared on a nearby beach and watched him.
There have been sightings of swimming Bigfoot in Texas too. Rob Riggs,
who has deeply studied reports of the creature's end and around the Big Thicket area
of the Lone Star State, tells of one particularly notable case of a watery
sasquatch. John's family home on the edge of the Trinity River swamps near Dayton.
One night, he heard a disturbance on the porch where he kept a
pen of rabbits. He investigated just in time to see a large dark form
make off with rabbit in hand, John impulsively followed in hot pursuit, staying
close enough to hear the rabbit squeal continuously. John was able to close in
on the creature and to a point where he witnessed something amazing occur. As
Riggs reveals, standing on the high bank in the moonlight, he watched dumbstruck
as what looked like a huge ape like animal swam to the other side of
the river, easily negotiating the strong current and never letting go of the rabbit.
In March two thousand and seven, the gold Ee family told of swimming
Bigfoot around Trinidad, California. Rather bizarrely, the creatures were reportedly seen swimming
alongside sea lions as they negotiated the waters from Trinidad Head Rock to Flat Iron
Rock. The biding cold waters apparently affected the Bigfoot not a bit Constructed in
the early part of the nineteenth century, England's historic Shropshire Union Canal, or
the Shroppye, as it has come to be affectionately and popularly known by those
that regularly travel its extensive and winding waters, is some sixty seven miles in
length and extends from Ellesmere Port near the city of Liverpool, right down to
Orderly Junction at Wolverhampton in the Midlands. The southern end of the old canal
that was originally known as the Birmingham and Liverpool Junction Canal, was the very
last of the great British narrow boat canals to be built and is a true
testament to the masterful engineering of Thomas Telford. Deep cuttings and massive embankments are
the veritable hallmarks of the canal, and they paint a picture that is as
eerie as it is picturesque. The UK Shropshire Union Canal is quite possibly Britain's
most haunted waterway, as the local folk that intimately know and appreciate the history
and lore of the canal are only too well aware. At Chester's Old Northgate,
for example, and where the canal was dug into part of the town's
old moat, a ghostly Roman centurion can be seen when circumstances are said to
to be right, that is still guarding the ancient entrance to the city.
Stay tuned for more sasquatch Otsey will be right back after these messages. Then
there is the shrieking specter of Belton Cuddy, which is a veritable wailing banshee
style monstrosity that strikes cold, stark fear into the hearts of those who have
the misfortune and bad luck to cross its terrible path. At the site of
the former lock keeper's cottage at Burgerdon on the nearby Montgomery Canal come intriguing reports
of the ghostly ethereal figure of an early Welsh princess named Ira, and bringing
matters relatively more up to date, there is the spectral American Air Force pilot
whose aircraft crashed near the canal at little On at church Eton, Staffordshire during
the Second World War. There is also the helpful resident ghost of Teery middle
Lock at Market Drayton, which has allegedly been seen opening and closing the lock
gates for those novice holidaying boaters that from time to time negotiates the waters of
the Long Canal. But by far the most famous or perhaps infamous would be
a much more accurate word to use ghostly resident of the Shropshire Union Canal is
a truly diabolical and devilish entity that has become known as the man Monkey.
That's right, the very same hairy creature that back in January nineteen eighty six
got me into this controversy in the first place. It was within the packed
pages of Charlotte Sofia Burne's book of eighteen eighty three Shropshire Folklore, that the
unholy antics of what some have since perceived to be the closest thing that Britain
may have to the North American Bigfoot and the yetti of the Himalayas were first
unleashed upon an unsuspecting general public. According to Burne, a very weird story
of an encounter with an animal ghost arose of late years within my knowledge.
On the twenty first of January eighteen seventy nine, a laboring man was employed
to take a card of luggage from Ranton in Staffordshire to Woodcock beyond Newport in
Shropshire, for the ease of a party of visitors who were going from one
house to another. It was late in coming back. His horse was tired
and could only crawl along at a foot's pace, so that it was ten
o'clock at night when he arrived at the place where the high road crosses the
Birmingham and Liverpool Canal. It was then Burne faithfully recorded that the man received
what was undoubtedly the most terrifying shock of his entire life before or since,
it seems pretty safe to assume, just before he reached the canal bridge,
a strange black creature with great white eyes sprang out of the plantation by the
roadside and alighted on his horse's back. He tried to push it off with
his whip, but to his horror, the whip went through the thing,
and he dropped it on the ground in fright. Needless to say, Burne
added, the poor tired horse broke into a canter and rushed onwards at full
speed, with a ghost still clinging to its back. How the creature at
length vanished, the man hardly knew. But the story was far from over,
burn learned. He told his tale and the village of wood Seeds a
mile further on, and so effectively frightened the hearers that one man actually stayed
with friends there all night rather than cross the terrible bridge which lay between him
and his home. Burne's wild story continued that by the time he reached the
village of wood Saves, the unnamed man was in a state of excessive terror,
and promptly retired to his bed for several days, so much was he
prostrated by his fright. Burne also recorded that on the following day, another
individual traveled back to the Sinister Bridge, and sure enough there was the man's
whip still lying at the very place where it had fallen to the ground.
After the night marrish and bizarre encounter, almost inevitably, dark tales of the
crazed beast and its infernal night time activities began to spread like absolute wildfire throughout
the little villages and hamlets of the area, as Burne quickly learned and recorded
thus in her book, the adventure, as was natural, was much talked
of in the neighbourhood, and of course with all sorts of variations. Most
regrettably, Burne failed to elaborate on the particular nature of these variations and gossip.
But it seemed that the local constabulary had heard all about the nature and
exploits of the Harry demon and knew exactly what was afoot. As Burne carefully
chronicled, some days later, the man's master was surprised by a visit from
a policeman who came to request him to give information of his having been stopped
and robbed on the Big Bridge on the night of the twenty first January.
The Master, who apparently was very much amused by this development in the escalating
and seemingly mutating story, carefully explained to the visiting policeman that this was completely
untrue and that in reality, it was his employee who had reported a strange
encounter at the Big Bridge, but that there was most definitely no robbery involved
at all. Interestingly, when the real details of what had occurred were related
to the policeman, he was seemingly completely nonplussed, came to the realization that
no actual crime had been committed at all, and merely replied in a distinctly
matter of fact fashion, oh, was that all, sir? Oh?
I know what that was? That was the man monkey, sir, as
does come again at the bridge ever since the man was drowned in the cut.
Charlotte Byrne also revealed that she personally had the opportunity to speak with the
man's employer, but also to our cost today, she did not expand upon
the specific nature of the conversation within the pages of Shropshire Folklore. Nevertheless,
Burne did describe the master as being a mister b of l d. And
although the man's name remains unknown to us and probably always will remain so ld
is very possibly and probably quite likely a reference to the ancient nearby Staffordshire city
of Lichfield. So what precisely was the strange hairy critter that was seen wildly
roaming the distinctly darkened corners of the Shropshire Union Canal by moonlight on that winter's
night way back in January eighteen seventy nine. Was it truly some form of
Bigfoot or Yetti like entity? Could it potentially have been an exotic escape e
of the Simian kind and possibly one that originated with a private zoo somewhere in
the area, or even a traveling monata of the type that were indeed popular
back then. Did it have wholly supernatural and paranormal origins rather than purely physical
ones, or was it something else entirely? The questions are many, the
answers are few, but still on the matter of the Man Monkey. Eliot
O'Donnell was a prestigious author, one who penned dozens of titles on the world
of the paranormal, and who died in nineteen sixty five at the age of
ninety three. In his nineteen twelve book Where Wolves, O'Donnell said, it
is an old belief that the souls of cataleptic and epileptic people, during the
body's unconsciousness adjourned temporarily to animals, and it is therefore only in keeping with
such a view to suggest that on the deaths of such people, their spirits
take permanently the form of animals. This O'Donnell said accounted for the fact that
the places where such people died are often haunted by semi and wholly animal types
of phantasm. There is, however, clearly something supernatural about the man monkey,
since sightings of the always solitary beasts have continued to be reported into the
twenty first century, and they are almost identical in nature. The location is
usually bridged thirty nine. The monster leaps out of the trees and terrifies the
unwary, and it displays qualities and characteristics that are part flesh and blood and
part spectral. Whatever the true nature of Ranton's resident hairy monster man, it
shows no signs of leaving its tree covered haunt anytime soon. Should you one
day find yourself in the vicinity of Ranton. Take great care and heed if
you are forced to cross Bridge thirty nine. The man monkey may be waiting
in the wooded wings, ready to strike at a moment's notice. The remarkable
tale of Paul Bell is for me at least a highly memorable one. Bell
said that he was a keen fisherman, and told me how in July and
August nineteen seventy six he had spent several saturdays out at the canal with his
rods, reels and bait, and soaking in the intense heat of what was,
without doubt and absolutely scalding hot couple of months. I seriously doubt that
anyone who is old enough to remember the summer of seventy six will ever quite
forget those truly extraordinary temperatures that briefly and memorably plunged the entire nation into complete
and utter s goolden chaos. But it was far stranger things than the occasional
extreme nature of the British whether that Paul Bell had fixed on his mind.
He told me how, on one particular Saturday afternoon he was sat near the
water's edge, very near to where the events of eighteen seventy nine occurred on
a small wooden stool that he always carried with him when he was literally frozen
solid by the side of what, at first I thought was a big log
floating down the cut about sixty or seventy feet away. According to Bell,
however, it was no log. It was something else Entirely. As it
got closer, Bell was both astonished and horrified to see a large, dark
brown and black colored eel or snakelike creature, possibly ten feet in length or
a little bit more, moving slowly in the water, with its head that
looked like a black sheep flicking rapidly from side to side. Although he had
an old polaroid camera with him, said Bell, he never even thought to
take a photograph. Instead, he merely stared in both awe and shock as
the animal cruised leisurely and blissfully passed him before finally vanishing out of sight.
That's right, you guessed it correctly, the man monkey. Peering across the
width of the canal, Paul was both horrified and petrified to see a dark,
hairy face staring intently at him out of the thick green bushes. The
head of the animal was unmistakably human like, but crossed with a monkey,
said Bell, who added that as soon as it saw me looking at it,
up it went and ran right into the trees, and I lost it.
He further explained that was it a second or two was all at the
most, but as it got up and ran, I knew it was a
big monkey. There's nothing else it could have been. But what flummocks me
more than seeing it, though, was what was it doing there? At
this stage? Many might be inclined to ask, is it just too much
to accept when someone claims to have seen not one, but two strange animals
in the same precise area for some? But I will later reveal that sightings
of hairy man beasts and water based monsters in the same area are curiously prevalent
in Britain, and there's an intriguing theory as to why exactly this should be
so, which I will discuss in due course. Until then, though on
with the sightings, Bell stressed that the creature apparently did not see him,
or if it did, it never attacked me and did not appear to exhibit
any outright hostile tendencies. Having heard such accounts on several previous occasions, namely
of giant eels roaming British waterways and particularly those of the West Midlands, meant
that Paul Bell's story was not that unusual to me at all, even though
it certainly involved what was, without doubt an unknown animal of truly impressive proportions.
But what elevated it to a far stranger level was the fact that Bell
claimed, in quite matter of fact fashion, I have to confess that the
following Saturday he was fishing in practically the same spot when he got the feeling
I was being watched and saw something equally monstrous, yet manifest different in nature
and appearance. Very notably, the kelpie was also said to be able to
transform itself into both a beautiful maiden or mermaid and a large hairy man that
would hide in the vegetation of Scottish waterways and leap out and attack the unwary,
not unlike the man monkey of the Shropshire Union Canal. Now we just
might know why our monsters are so elusive. They live in deep water.
Maybe most of the time they say, you don't gotta go home, but
you can stay. I don't want to be oppen joy this job. That
chart everything calling, get pring back, joy from me, joy staying right,
you come in right away, step steps still, steps don dost stay.
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